Giving A Care
I don't mind it, all we have right now is time
I'm fantasizing about where my tongue's gonne climb
I can feel it when your patience is running thin
But I want you to tell me when you wanna begin
Back shots, why you running from me? (Why you running?)
I'mma king of a whole lot of things
And I won't be surprised if you wanna go shop for the ring
Two or three rounds, it ain't nothing to me, I keep it coming
I'mma tame it and name it and frame it
And love it and like it and lick it, you name it
You just lay back and enjoy the boy
I'm killing punani to kill the time
You shouldn't have to resort to toys
Especially if you can play with mine
Watch you go crazy ballistic when you reach the peak
I really feel bad for the sheets
I'mma get mine after you and you can get yours after me
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
When you go talk to your friends, do you tell 'em you love me a lot?
Or do you keep it a secret and hope that they notice you glowing?
You don't complain anymore so I take it you love me a lot
I'm just going off of actions and no news is good news
Please don't hold back
Tell me if it feel real
They don't know how to go in for the kill-kill
Watch you go crazy ballistic when you reach the peak
I really feel bad for the sheets
I'mma get mine after you and you can get yours after me
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool (Tired of playing it cool)
You gotta have it your way (You gotta have it your way)
It's really nothing to say (It's really nothing to say)
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air (Legs in the air)
We got our clothes everywhere (Clothes everywhere)
Like we not giving a care
Ooh (Yeah)
Tired of playing it cool (Playing it cool)
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say (Nothing to say)
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air (Legs in the air)
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
I'm fantasizing about where my tongue's gonne climb
I can feel it when your patience is running thin
But I want you to tell me when you wanna begin
Back shots, why you running from me? (Why you running?)
I'mma king of a whole lot of things
And I won't be surprised if you wanna go shop for the ring
Two or three rounds, it ain't nothing to me, I keep it coming
I'mma tame it and name it and frame it
And love it and like it and lick it, you name it
You just lay back and enjoy the boy
I'm killing punani to kill the time
You shouldn't have to resort to toys
Especially if you can play with mine
Watch you go crazy ballistic when you reach the peak
I really feel bad for the sheets
I'mma get mine after you and you can get yours after me
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
When you go talk to your friends, do you tell 'em you love me a lot?
Or do you keep it a secret and hope that they notice you glowing?
You don't complain anymore so I take it you love me a lot
I'm just going off of actions and no news is good news
Please don't hold back
Tell me if it feel real
They don't know how to go in for the kill-kill
Watch you go crazy ballistic when you reach the peak
I really feel bad for the sheets
I'mma get mine after you and you can get yours after me
Ooh
Tired of playing it cool (Tired of playing it cool)
You gotta have it your way (You gotta have it your way)
It's really nothing to say (It's really nothing to say)
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air (Legs in the air)
We got our clothes everywhere (Clothes everywhere)
Like we not giving a care
Ooh (Yeah)
Tired of playing it cool (Playing it cool)
You gotta have it your way
It's really nothing to say (Nothing to say)
Yeah, yeah
You got your legs in the air (Legs in the air)
We got our clothes everywhere
Like we not giving a care
Yeah
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Writer(s): Marcus Yates
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